But, today. Oh today, you lucky readers, I am going to reveal a few things that I *gasp* actually like about my parents and therefore plan to always keep as a part of my self.
Fittingly enough, it was my parents who taught me to question authority. To revel in rebellion. To think, criticize, analyze, & in all ways possible stay bitter toward a number of people or things at all times. My ability to tear them apart on this blog, yep, all praise be to them.
My Dad taught me to be cynical. To love songs like that one about houses made of ticky-tacky, and the one where the little boy abandons the dragon, and the one where the man never returns, and the one where if you don't go to school you end up being a fish, and oh so many more. So, if you hear me listening to Mary Prankster, or No Children, or Common People, or anything less-than-cheerful... if you hear me singing with a bitter passion... you can thank him.
And My Mom taught me that having fun is sometimes the most important thing no matter who you wake up. She taught me to eat sloppy joes outside. She taught me to laugh with abandon. She taught me that it is okay to feel good, even if that makes you seem ignorant or tacky.
They both taught me the beauty of the human voice, and the stringed instrument, and the fire.
They taught me the simple joy of listening to and telling stories. They taught me the joy of change and the beauty of risk.
They taught me many conflicting things. They taught me many harmful things that I will be weeding out for the rest of my life.
But. Despite all that. I get involved. I am of a clan that cares a bit too much and doesn't always know what to do with that. I am a wandering spirit even if I were never to leave my home again.
I am proud of where I came from. My Dad was a hippie & my mother was a party animal. I'm good with that.
